Man with a crown, the one that always frowns,
I'd rather have a hat, than a broken back.
It's just our way, why should we throw away a sunny day?
It's the realisation your not ten feet tall, the realisation
you don't know it all.
Stealing, coppers off your mantelpiece.
Stumbling through life without one good deed, and you're not
night has overcome your apocalyptic way.
It's the realisation your not ten feet tall, the realisation you don't know it all.
World domination makes you feel so small,
Take for granted Eagers omen,
Stories lost its moment.